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I'll fuck at the wind\nCome out on top bruised but still and all I'm winnin in the end\nO period C period, you're fearin it\nNext to me and my mic, rappers are just inferior\nMy posterior pulls not my brain, but secondary\nMic to mouth, is how I drag down adversaries\nLet me give you a brief bio, O's not? 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STYLE\n  Innovations are my thing so I can go the extra MILE\n  I'll 'tack, attract maximum, rarely minimum actions\n  Soon to be a club favorite, cause I'm the comin attraction\n  Ruler schooled an MC, with official competition\n  Parasol, acapella peep the weak, competition\n  They should listen, is it live or Memorex, with lies\n  Scared to use intelligence, your methods are irrelevant\n  Home writin poems, the wrong niggaz touched\n  The micraphone blown up, I'm callin your bluff\n  Step into the O-Zone.\n\n  \"Your first time'll be your last earth memories\"\n\n  My trusty mic will never get rusty, write rhymes day and night\n  Moonshine'll put your lyrics in a bind\n  (like the) in out, but still play penetrate em\n  I weight em up and down, size made em, who's laid em, now\n  He bare gashes, wounds are exposed\n  To ones writin music, now he's a deep composer\n  Foes are flammable in it's entirety\n  Step back a hundred feet or so cause what I let loose, is fiery\n  Fisticuffs, slips are blistered\n  Non dread rappers wanna sell cause it's hot, so they calypsin\n  Claims they rips it, \"Yo man I can flow,\" so what?\n  Every one two one three bars all I hear is a cuss\n  You ain't impressin me, manifestin meaninglessness\n  This is the second, so I'ma seal it off, like this\n  Here's an invitation, to be facin me, to seek salvation\n  The proper education, step into the O-Zone.\n\n  \"Your first time'll be your last earth memories\"\n\n  My, O.C. in the zone, arcadis cannabis my arsenal of stock\n  I leave your minds lost in the mists\n  I pick you off without a timeline for, rhyme for\n  Give me an encore, O.C. be like soar like a condor\n  Effortless, one of the best at this, man the money I'm worth\n  To most governments, would leave a big, deficit\n  Mangificent, on my own trip, natural\n  Saturated by the blend of beats Buckwild present\n  Control the soulless with mindpower, hour after minute\n  Every second troubleshootin, never died cause I'm infinite\n  When it's all over, and my physical shell just rot\n  Rhymes'll be left behind, to cold, blow up the spot\n  My presentation, you're tastin, I'm bassin in your face and\n  This is Camp Crystal Lake and I'm Jason\n  Step into the O-Zone.\n\n  \"Your first time'll be your last earth memories\"\n"},{"id":31532054,"name":"O‐Zone","trackName":"O‐Zone","artistName":"O.C.","albumName":"Word…Life","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"How shall I begin? 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I'll fuck at the wind\n  Come out on top bruised but still and all I'm winnin in the end\n  O period C period, you're fearin it\n  Next to me and my mic, rappers are just inferior\n  My posterior pulls not my brain, but secondary\n  Mic to mouth, is how I drag down adversaries\n  Let me give you a brief bio, O's not? 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I'll fuck at the wind\n  Come out on top bruised but still and all I'm winnin in the end\n  O period C period, you're fearin it\n  Next to me and my mic, rappers are just inferior\n  My posterior pulls not my brain, but secondary\n  Mic to mouth, is how I drag down adversaries\n  Let me give you a brief bio, O's not? 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I'll fuck at the wind\nCome out on top bruised but still and all I'm winnin in the end\nO period C period, you're fearin it\nNext to me and my mic, rappers are just inferior\nMy posterior pulls not my brain, but secondary\nMic to mouth, is how I drag down adversaries\nLet me give you a brief bio, O's not? 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I'll fuck at the wind\n  Come out on top bruised but still and all I'm winnin in the end\n  O period C period, you're fearin it\n  Next to me and my mic, rappers are just inferior\n  My posterior pulls not my brain, but secondary\n  Mic to mouth, is how I drag down adversaries\n  Let me give you a brief bio, O's not? STYLE\n  Innovations are my thing so I can go the extra MILE\n  I'll 'tack, attract maximum, rarely minimum actions\n  Soon to be a club favorite, cause I'm the comin attraction\n  Ruler schooled an MC, with official competition\n  Parasol, acapella peep the weak, competition\n  They should listen, is it live or Memorex, with lies\n  Scared to use intelligence, your methods are irrelevant\n  Home writin poems, the wrong niggaz touched\n  The micraphone blown up, I'm callin your bluff\n  Step into the O-Zone.\n\n  \"Your first time'll be your last earth memories\"\n\n  My trusty mic will never get rusty, write rhymes day and night\n  Moonshine'll put your lyrics in a bind\n  (like the) in out, but still play penetrate em\n  I weight em up and down, size made em, who's laid em, now\n  He bare gashes, wounds are exposed\n  To ones writin music, now he's a deep composer\n  Foes are flammable in it's entirety\n  Step back a hundred feet or so cause what I let loose, is fiery\n  Fisticuffs, slips are blistered\n  Non dread rappers wanna sell cause it's hot, so they calypsin\n  Claims they rips it, \"Yo man I can flow,\" so what?\n  Every one two one three bars all I hear is a cuss\n  You ain't impressin me, manifestin meaninglessness\n  This is the second, so I'ma seal it off, like this\n  Here's an invitation, to be facin me, to seek salvation\n  The proper education, step into the O-Zone.\n\n  \"Your first time'll be your last earth memories\"\n\n  My, O.C. in the zone, arcadis cannabis my arsenal of stock\n  I leave your minds lost in the mists\n  I pick you off without a timeline for, rhyme for\n  Give me an encore, O.C. be like soar like a condor\n  Effortless, one of the best at this, man the money I'm worth\n  To most governments, would leave a big, deficit\n  Mangificent, on my own trip, natural\n  Saturated by the blend of beats Buckwild present\n  Control the soulless with mindpower, hour after minute\n  Every second troubleshootin, never died cause I'm infinite\n  When it's all over, and my physical shell just rot\n  Rhymes'll be left behind, to cold, blow up the spot\n  My presentation, you're tastin, I'm bassin in your face and\n  This is Camp Crystal Lake and I'm Jason\n  Step into the O-Zone.\n\n  \"Your first time'll be your last earth memories\"\n"},{"id":12987382,"name":"O-Zone","trackName":"O-Zone","artistName":"O.C.","albumName":"Word…Life","duration":228.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"How shall I begin? 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I'll fuck at the wind\nCome out on top bruised but still and all I'm winnin in the end\nO period C period, you're fearin it\nNext to me and my mic, rappers are just inferior\nMy posterior pulls not my brain, but secondary\nMic to mouth, is how I drag down adversaries\nLet me give you a brief bio, O's not? 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I'll fuck at the wind\n[00:24.05] Come out on top bruised but still and all I'm winnin in the end\n[00:27.63] O period C period, you're fearin it\n[00:30.07] Next to me and my mic, rappers are just inferior\n[00:33.18] My posterior pulls not my brain, but secondary\n[00:36.25] Mic to mouth, is how I drag down adversaries\n[00:39.26] Let me give you a brief bio, O's not? STYLE\n[00:41.36] Innovations are my thing so I can go the extra MILE\n[00:44.45] I'll 'tack, attract maximum, rarely minimum actions\n[00:47.06] Soon to be a club favorite, cause I'm the comin attraction\n[00:49.92] Ruler schooled an MC, with official competition\n[00:52.69] Parasol, acapella peep the weak, competition\n[00:55.53] They should listen, is it live or Memorex, with lies\n[00:58.55] Scared to use intelligence, your methods are irrelevant\n[01:01.04] Home writin poems, the wrong niggaz touched\n[01:04.08] The micraphone blown up, I'm callin your bluff\n[01:06.23] Step into the O-Zone.\n[01:07.82] \"Your first time'll be your last earth memories\"\n[01:29.44] My trusty mic will never get rusty, write rhymes day and night\n[01:32.50] Moonshine'll put your lyrics in a bind\n[01:34.78] (Like the) in out, but still play penetrate em\n[01:37.47] I weight em up and down, size made em, who's laid em, now\n[01:40.42] He bare gashes, wounds are exposed\n[01:42.63] To ones writin music, now he's a deep composer\n[01:45.92] Foes are flammable in it's entirety\n[01:48.01] Step back a hundred feet or so cause what I let loose, is fiery\n[01:51.59] Fisticuffs, slips are blistered\n[01:53.41] Non dread rappers wanna sell cause it's hot, so they calypsin\n[01:56.83] Claims they rips it, \"Yo man I can flow,\" so what?\n[01:59.77] Every one two one three bars all I hear is a cuss\n[02:02.35] You ain't impressin me, manifestin meaninglessness\n[02:05.32] This is the second, so I'ma seal it off, like this\n[02:07.92] Here's an invitation, to be facin me, to seek salvation\n[02:11.18] The proper education, step into the O-Zone.\n[02:16.59] \"Your first time'll be your last earth memories\"\n[02:42.21] My, O.C. in the zone, arcadis cannabis my arsenal of stock\n[02:45.33] I leave your minds lost in the mists\n[02:47.06] I pick you off without a timeline for, rhyme for\n[02:49.66] Give me an encore, O.C. be like soar like a condor\n[02:52.59] Effortless, one of the best at this, man the money I'm worth\n[02:55.82] To most governments, would leave a big, deficit\n[02:58.38] Mangificent, on my own trip, natural\n[03:00.78] Saturated by the blend of beats Buckwild present\n[03:03.76] Control the soulless with mindpower, hour after minute\n[03:06.43] Every second troubleshootin, never died cause I'm infinite\n[03:09.03] When it's all over, and my physical shell just rot\n[03:11.84] Rhymes'll be left behind, to cold, blow up the spot\n[03:14.77] My presentation, you're tastin, I'm bassin in your face and\n[03:17.85] This is Camp Crystal Lake and I'm Jason\n[03:19.89] Step into the O-Zone.\n[03:24.68] \"Your first time'll be your last earth memories\"\n[03:45.83] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: O-Zone\n  artist: O.C.\n  album: Word…Life\n  duration_ms: 244000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: How shall I begin? 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I'll fuck at the wind\n  Come out on top bruised but still and all I'm winnin in the end\n  O period C period, you're fearin it\n  Next to me and my mic, rappers are just inferior\n  My posterior pulls not my brain, but secondary\n  Mic to mouth, is how I drag down adversaries\n  Let me give you a brief bio, O's not? 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I'll fuck at the wind\n  Come out on top bruised but still and all I'm winnin in the end\n  O period C period, you're fearin it\n  Next to me and my mic, rappers are just inferior\n  My posterior pulls not my brain, but secondary\n  Mic to mouth, is how I drag down adversaries\n  Let me give you a brief bio, O's not? STYLE\n  Innovations are my thing so I can go the extra MILE\n  I'll 'tack, attract maximum, rarely minimum actions\n  Soon to be a club favorite, cause I'm the comin attraction\n  Ruler schooled an MC, with official competition\n  Parasol, acapella peep the weak, competition\n  They should listen, is it live or Memorex, with lies\n  Scared to use intelligence, your methods are irrelevant\n  Home writin poems, the wrong niggaz touched\n  The micraphone blown up, I'm callin your bluff\n  Step into the O-Zone.\n\n  \"Your first time'll be your last earth memories\"\n\n  My trusty mic will never get rusty, write rhymes day and night\n  Moonshine'll put your lyrics in a bind\n  (like the) in out, but still play penetrate em\n  I weight em up and down, size made em, who's laid em, now\n  He bare gashes, wounds are exposed\n  To ones writin music, now he's a deep composer\n  Foes are flammable in it's entirety\n  Step back a hundred feet or so cause what I let loose, is fiery\n  Fisticuffs, slips are blistered\n  Non dread rappers wanna sell cause it's hot, so they calypsin\n  Claims they rips it, \"Yo man I can flow,\" so what?\n  Every one two one three bars all I hear is a cuss\n  You ain't impressin me, manifestin meaninglessness\n  This is the second, so I'ma seal it off, like this\n  Here's an invitation, to be facin me, to seek salvation\n  The proper education, step into the O-Zone.\n\n  \"Your first time'll be your last earth memories\"\n\n  My, O.C. in the zone, arcadis cannabis my arsenal of stock\n  I leave your minds lost in the mists\n  I pick you off without a timeline for, rhyme for\n  Give me an encore, O.C. be like soar like a condor\n  Effortless, one of the best at this, man the money I'm worth\n  To most governments, would leave a big, deficit\n  Mangificent, on my own trip, natural\n  Saturated by the blend of beats Buckwild present\n  Control the soulless with mindpower, hour after minute\n  Every second troubleshootin, never died cause I'm infinite\n  When it's all over, and my physical shell just rot\n  Rhymes'll be left behind, to cold, blow up the spot\n  My presentation, you're tastin, I'm bassin in your face and\n  This is Camp Crystal Lake and I'm Jason\n  Step into the O-Zone.\n\n  \"Your first time'll be your last earth memories\"\n"},{"id":29601021,"name":"Born 2 Live (remix)","trackName":"Born 2 Live (remix)","artistName":"O.C.","albumName":"O-Zone Originals","duration":270.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Like the dead end kids, we used to play in the streets\nNever worryin about grief, football spelled relief\nRonnie? was the coach for us\nSee he taught us to play, almost every single day, OK\nNow on Evergreen was Larry and Mike and Lon\nMy cousin Boo lived there too just to name a few\nWith Sha-rone, he's bad to the bone, Boo's little sidekick\nAnd a badass mouth, he used to feist it on Harmon Street\nWith Zach, Leo and Ed\nMe Jody and Boop by June, Rocky and then comes\nTommy and Cedric, Lamont and Greg, unique in our own right\nAt times we'd fight, but that's a-ight\nStill, not realizin we had love, it showed\nWhen we played, no phony charades against\nOne another, now while I write this song\nIt's like some are still alive and a couple are gone\n\n[Chorus x4]\nWe're born to live, a life to die\nLife's so damn short and I wonder why\n\nAs kids, you're overlookin death\nIt didn't seem important or serious, it just seems curious\nIt was about, wakin to a bowl of cereal\nCartoons on Saturday's, karate flicks, and like\nRidin your skateboard, or bicycle\nAnd went as deep as Killa Joe on the corner drinkin Ripple\nPlus, Puerto Rican kids on the block were cool\nWe got along, we all knew right from wrong\nBy far, we got a dose that life was hard\nA Spanish we were close with, was killed by a car\nShocking, Alberto was hit, on the block and\nDeath was spontaneous, his moms was clockin him 'cross the street\nHe just received an award\nFor Little League baseball like 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in my heart, or should I say lobotomy\nMike, know you're trapped inside of me\nAnd every other brother in Bushwick\nWho rushed to your side thick, all down with the click\nYeah, God Bless he laid to rest\nCall him Mike Boogie, that's what describes the nigga best\n\n[Chorus]\n\nWe're born to live [x4]\n\nLike that y'all","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Born 2 Live (remix)\n  artist: O.C.\n  album: O-Zone Originals\n  duration_ms: 270000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Like the dead end kids, we used to play in the streets\n  Never worryin about grief, football spelled relief\n  Ronnie? was the coach for us\n  See he taught us to play, almost every single day, OK\n  Now on Evergreen was Larry and Mike and Lon\n  My cousin Boo lived there too just to name a few\n  With Sha-rone, he's bad to the bone, Boo's little sidekick\n  And a badass mouth, he used to feist it on Harmon Street\n  With Zach, Leo and Ed\n  Me Jody and Boop by June, Rocky and then comes\n  Tommy and Cedric, Lamont and Greg, unique in our own right\n  At times we'd fight, but that's a-ight\n  Still, not realizin we had love, it showed\n  When we played, no phony charades against\n  One another, now while I write this song\n  It's like some are still alive and a couple are gone\n\n  [Chorus x4]\n  We're born to live, a life to die\n  Life's so damn short and I wonder why\n\n  As kids, you're overlookin death\n  It didn't seem important or serious, it just seems curious\n  It was about, wakin to a bowl of cereal\n  Cartoons on Saturday's, karate flicks, and like\n  Ridin your skateboard, or bicycle\n  And went as deep as Killa Joe on the corner drinkin Ripple\n  Plus, Puerto Rican kids on the block were cool\n  We got along, we all knew right from wrong\n  By far, we got a dose that life was hard\n  A Spanish we were close with, was killed by a car\n  Shocking, Alberto was hit, on the block and\n  Death was spontaneous, his moms was clockin him 'cross the street\n  He just received an award\n  For Little League baseball like an hour before, plus\n  He didn't even get to see the summer set in\n  Dyin all young at the age of seven\n  It opened up my eyes small that the flesh was weak\n  As a kid, thinkin shit like that was mad deep, peep it\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  Now when somebody is gone, that's when you realize how close you was\n  How close you are. like a star\n  Real deep it takes time to heal\n  And still from time to time you wish you could find the way to forgive\n  And let him know you forgave\n  But they can't feel six feet deep inside the grave\n  What's left, but attend his wake, believin if it was you\n  He'd do it for old time's sake, damn\n  I'm disturbed, by the news when I was told I was sittin\n  Knowin damn well Boo ain't bullshittin\n  My life flashed like big bills of cash\n  And good times we had, now it's all so sad\n  One of my childhood pals hit the road\n  When you take, to the streets, then you die, by the code\n  But in this case, who knows what went down?\n  Bottom line is wishin that he still was around\n  Now he found a spot in my heart, or should I say lobotomy\n  Mike, know you're trapped inside of me\n  And every other brother in Bushwick\n  Who rushed to your side thick, all down with the click\n  Yeah, God Bless he laid to rest\n  Call him Mike Boogie, that's what describes the nigga best\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  We're born to live [x4]\n\n  Like that y'all\n"},{"id":37792062,"name":"Gone","trackName":"Gone","artistName":"O.C.","albumName":"O‐Zone Originals","duration":216.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Situations, situations, yo\nYeah, everybody go through this shit or been through it\nOr about to go through it, word\nIt's like, um, treat your lady right\nShe gone, yo\n\nShorty gave me all of her, I took advantage of\nNever knowin what I had was the answer\n\nAll woman yo, she gave me time to grow\nNuff space to get my shit right and de-sold\nShorty was a good girl, treated me royal with no turmoil\n\nNot to mention the fact that she was loyal\nIndependent, hard workin, the nine to five mature\nWith beauty of a Cover Girl, O.C.'s lover girl\nPlayin the part of my life that mean somethin\nTakin a chance with me, shorty wop seen somethin\nKnowin in life everyone has flaws\nMy weakness was her pretty face, she'd tap in some drawers\nI'm in the bistro, sippin cappuccino for dolo\nSufferin the loss of my wiz, I'm goin home solo\n\nPrecious as a pearl she was\nHeartbreak is in my veins like a drug in my blood\nShorty is gone\n\nI did all I could to save it (tried to save it)\nAnd you just couldn't appreciate it (don't appreciate it)\nSo now it's time for you to face it (to face it)\nThat I'm gone (yes, I'm gone)\nYes, I'm gone (yes, I'm gone)\n\nYo, I never thought it could happen in just the way it did\nThe letter read she was glad we ain't got no kids\nI sigh and pause with a tear runnin down on my face\nKnowin I brought it on myself, it's really hard to embrace\nShe's gone, pickin my mind apart, depressed and torn apart\n\nI feel short like Napoleon and Bonaparte\nReminiscin all the good times we shared\nAll the shit that I was doin, a nigga was well aware\nMy loss is just cause (my sins came to light)\nMy punishment is my grief, my wrongs became my rights\nThe price of love's cost, yo, I gave it a thought\n\nNow my heart bleed with pain from playin a blood sport\nNow it's a case of the blues I face\nA Love Jones, bad dreams with grunts and moans\nShorty is gone\n\nI did all I could to save it (tried to save it)\nAnd you just couldn't appreciate it (don't appreciate it)\nSo now it's time for you to face it (to face it)\nThat I'm gone (yes, I'm gone)\nYes, I'm gone (yes, I'm gone)\nI did all I could to save it (tried to save it)\nAnd you just couldn't appreciate it (don't appreciate it)\nSo now it's time for you to face it (to face it)\nThat I'm gone (yes, I'm gone)\nYes, I'm gone (yes, I'm gone)\n\nWhen I tried to make it work for you\nAnd I cried so many tears over you\nWonder why, why you do the things you do, boy\nBut I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone\n\nSmellin her scent on the pillows when I sleeps at night\nLoose hairs in the sink that I washed down the pipes\nBobby pins on the dresser, the scent of perfume in the spare room\nMiscellaneous heirlooms\nOf a lady who once occupied the crib with me\nFriends probably tell her shorty wasn't meant to be\n\nSlug dickin round town, was it worth the loss?\nCuz fussin up a storm while I'm grittin my jaws\nCall my momma on the phone, let her know what's goin on\nShe said, \"O, you was wrong,\" in a calm like tone\n\nYour mistake paid its debt in the worst way\nI shoulda kept it tight with shorty from the first day\nSo now my burdens of my lies and deceit\nAin't a heavy load no more, my fallacies and flaws are erased\nOnly dwellin on the memories, y'all\nIn time no more tale, movin on but a good woman is gone\n\nI did all I could to save it (tried to save it)\nAnd you just couldn't appreciate it (don't appreciate it)\nSo now it's time for you to face it (to face it)\nThat I'm gone (yes, I'm gone)\nYes, I'm gone (yes, I'm gone)\nI did all I could to save it (tried to save it)\nAnd you just couldn't appreciate it (don't appreciate it)\nSo now it's time for you to face it (to face it)\nThat I'm gone (yes, I'm gone)\nYes, I'm gone (yes, I'm gone)","syncedLyrics":"[00:05.57]Situations, situations, yo\n[00:09.14]Yeah, everybody go through this shit or been through it\n[00:11.87]Or about to go through it, word\n[00:14.97]It's like, um, treat your lady right\n[00:18.98]She gone, yo\n[00:21.83]Shorty gave me all of her, I took advantage of\n[00:25.13]Never knowin what I had was the answer\n[00:27.98]All woman yo, she gave me time to grow\n[00:30.76]Nuff space to get my shit right and de-sold\n[00:33.22]Shorty was a good girl, treated me royal with no turmoil\n[00:37.07]Not to mention the fact that she was loyal\n[00:39.22]Independent, hard 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she gave me time to grow\n  Nuff space to get my shit right and de-sold\n  Shorty was a good girl, treated me royal with no turmoil\n\n  Not to mention the fact that she was loyal\n  Independent, hard workin, the nine to five mature\n  With beauty of a Cover Girl, O.C.'s lover girl\n  Playin the part of my life that mean somethin\n  Takin a chance with me, shorty wop seen somethin\n  Knowin in life everyone has flaws\n  My weakness was her pretty face, she'd tap in some drawers\n  I'm in the bistro, sippin cappuccino for dolo\n  Sufferin the loss of my wiz, I'm goin home solo\n\n  Precious as a pearl she was\n  Heartbreak is in my veins like a drug in my blood\n  Shorty is gone\n\n  I did all I could to save it (tried to save it)\n  And you just couldn't appreciate it (don't appreciate it)\n  So now it's time for you to face it (to face it)\n  That I'm gone (yes, I'm gone)\n  Yes, I'm gone (yes, I'm gone)\n\n  Yo, I never thought it could happen in just the way it did\n  The letter read she was glad we ain't got no kids\n  I sigh and pause with a tear runnin down on my face\n  Knowin I brought it on myself, it's really hard to embrace\n  She's gone, pickin my mind apart, depressed and torn apart\n\n  I feel short like Napoleon and Bonaparte\n  Reminiscin all the good times we shared\n  All the shit that I was doin, a nigga was well aware\n  My loss is just cause (my sins came to light)\n  My punishment is my grief, my wrongs became my rights\n  The price of love's cost, yo, I gave it a thought\n\n  Now my heart bleed with pain from playin a blood sport\n  Now it's a case of the blues I face\n  A Love Jones, bad dreams with grunts and moans\n  Shorty is gone\n\n  I did all I could to save it (tried to save it)\n  And you just couldn't appreciate it (don't appreciate it)\n  So now it's time for you to face it (to face it)\n  That I'm gone (yes, I'm gone)\n  Yes, I'm gone (yes, I'm gone)\n  I did all I could to save it (tried to save it)\n  And you just couldn't 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play, almost every single day, OK\nNow on Evergreen was Larry and Mike and Lon\nMy cousin Boo lived there too just to name a few\nWith Sha-rone, he's bad to the bone, Boo's little sidekick\nAnd a badass mouth, he used to feist it on Harmon Street\nWith Zach, Leo and Ed\nMe Jody and Boop by June, Rocky and then comes\nTommy and Cedric, Lamont and Greg, unique in our own right\nAt times we'd fight, but that's a-ight\nStill, not realizin we had love, it showed\nWhen we played, no phony charades against\nOne another, now while I write this song\nIt's like some are still alive and a couple are gone\n\n[Chorus x4]\nWe're born to live, a life to die\nLife's so damn short and I wonder why\n\nAs kids, you're overlookin death\nIt didn't seem important or serious, it just seems curious\nIt was about, wakin to a bowl of cereal\nCartoons on Saturday's, karate flicks, and like\nRidin your skateboard, or bicycle\nAnd went as deep as Killa Joe on the corner drinkin Ripple\nPlus, Puerto Rican kids on the block were cool\nWe got along, we all knew right from wrong\nBy far, we got a dose that life was hard\nA Spanish we were close with, was killed by a car\nShocking, Alberto was hit, on the block and\nDeath was spontaneous, his moms was clockin him 'cross the street\nHe just received an award\nFor Little League baseball like an hour before, plus\nHe didn't even get to see the summer set in\nDyin all young at the age of seven\nIt opened up my eyes small that the flesh was weak\nAs a kid, thinkin shit like that was mad deep, peep it\n\n[Chorus]\n\nNow when somebody is gone, that's when you realize how close you was\nHow close you are. like a star\nReal deep it takes time to heal\nAnd still from time to time you wish you could find the way to forgive\nAnd let him know you forgave\nBut they can't feel six feet deep inside the grave\nWhat's left, but attend his wake, believin if it was you\nHe'd do it for old time's sake, damn\nI'm disturbed, by the news when I was told I was 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coach for us\n  See he taught us to play, almost every single day, OK\n  Now on Evergreen was Larry and Mike and Lon\n  My cousin Boo lived there too just to name a few\n  With Sha-rone, he's bad to the bone, Boo's little sidekick\n  And a badass mouth, he used to feist it on Harmon Street\n  With Zach, Leo and Ed\n  Me Jody and Boop by June, Rocky and then comes\n  Tommy and Cedric, Lamont and Greg, unique in our own right\n  At times we'd fight, but that's a-ight\n  Still, not realizin we had love, it showed\n  When we played, no phony charades against\n  One another, now while I write this song\n  It's like some are still alive and a couple are gone\n\n  [Chorus x4]\n  We're born to live, a life to die\n  Life's so damn short and I wonder why\n\n  As kids, you're overlookin death\n  It didn't seem important or serious, it just seems curious\n  It was about, wakin to a bowl of cereal\n  Cartoons on Saturday's, karate flicks, and like\n  Ridin your skateboard, or bicycle\n  And went as deep as Killa Joe on the corner drinkin Ripple\n  Plus, Puerto Rican kids on the block were cool\n  We got along, we all knew right from wrong\n  By far, we got a dose that life was hard\n  A Spanish we were close with, was killed by a car\n  Shocking, Alberto was hit, on the block and\n  Death was spontaneous, his moms was clockin him 'cross the street\n  He just received an award\n  For Little League baseball like an hour before, plus\n  He didn't even get to see the summer set in\n  Dyin all young at the age of seven\n  It opened up my eyes small that the flesh was weak\n  As a kid, thinkin shit like that was mad deep, peep it\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  Now when somebody is gone, that's when you realize how close you was\n  How close you are. like a star\n  Real deep it takes time to heal\n  And still from time to time you wish you could find the way to forgive\n  And let him know you forgave\n  But they can't feel six feet deep inside the grave\n  What's left, but attend his wake, believin if it was you\n  He'd do it for old time's sake, damn\n  I'm disturbed, by the news when I was told I was sittin\n  Knowin damn well Boo ain't bullshittin\n  My life flashed like big bills of cash\n  And good times we had, now it's all so sad\n  One of my childhood pals hit the road\n  When you take, to the streets, then you die, by the code\n  But in this case, who knows what went down?\n  Bottom line is wishin that he still was around\n  Now he found a spot in my heart, or should I say lobotomy\n  Mike, know you're trapped inside of me\n  And every other brother in Bushwick\n  Who rushed to your side thick, all down with the click\n  Yeah, God Bless he laid to rest\n  Call him Mike Boogie, that's what describes the nigga best\n\n  [Chorus]\n\n  We're born to live [x4]\n\n  Like that y'all\n"},{"id":9388452,"name":"No Main Topic (O.G. Version)","trackName":"No Main Topic (O.G. 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O.C.)","trackName":"Yours (feat. O.C.)","artistName":"Big L; O.C.","albumName":"The Danger Zone","duration":250.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh\nBig L, uh, Corleone, a.k.a. Tommy Gibbs\nFlamboyant Entertainment, B.I.T.C., forever\nWord up, I'm tired of these punk niggas, O\nWe gon' hit 'em like this, check it out\n\nYo, while y'all standin' on the corner bummy and high\nI'm out buyin' the finest things money can buy\nCats frontin' like they holdin' but them crabs is broke\nChippin' in for ten dollar bags of smoke\nAll on my back because of the fame and the wealth\nYou male groupie, you oughta be ashamed of yourself\nPlus I'm runnin' with thugs who bust slugs at the heat\nI be that MC who mad chicks be lovin' to meet\nAnd I'm not just a rapper, I got guns on the street\nI swear you'll never catch Corleone with Lugz on his feet\nIf you think I'm not nice as whoever, then put your money up\nPut your jewels up, whatever, put your honey up\nPut your raggedy house up, punk, or shut your mouth up\nBefore I buck lead, make a lot of blood shed\nTurn your tux red, far from broke, got enough bread\nMad hoes ask Beavis, I can nut and butt-head\n\nTo the tic-tic and ya don't quit\nLet no man stand in between you and your dope and shit\nBein' broke as a bitch, y'all, it's no such thing as quit, y'all\nAs long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours\nTo the tic-tic and ya don't quit\nLet no man stand in between you and your dope and shit\nBein' broke as a bitch, y'all, it's no such thing as quit, y'all\nAs long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours\n\nYeah, true indeed, L, I hear these cats talkin' out they mouth slick\nMad 'cause they chicks all on our tip\nPeepin' us out at the bar, checkin' out what kind of champagne we sip\nJealous of the ice on my wrist, we pop Dom and Cris', no less\nHard pressed crews chippin' in to puff a White Star Moët\nChickenheads flock around us, Live cats protect us\nAt the end of the night, all the girls wanna jet with us\nWhile y'all stand stagnated like statues in museums\nWe rip it down in arenas and coliseums\nWord, how the hell a cat with two good hands and feet\nNot survive and be a bum in the street?\nGet your weight up right now, we ain't promised later\nDo what you gotta do to get them big-headed papers\nEven if it mean you and your team pullin' a caper\nInstead of goin' out like bust-headed black, straight up\n\nTo the tic-tic and ya don't quit\nLet no man stand in between you and your dope and shit\nBein' broke as a bitch, y'all, it's no such thing as quit, y'all\nAs long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours\nTo the tic-tic and ya don't quit\nLet no man stand in between you and your dope and shit\nBein' broke as a bitch, y'all, it's no such thing as quit, y'all\nAs long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours\n\nCheck it, my shit so hot, I give the mic a heat rash\nI keep cash, you couldn't pay me to rhyme if the beat trash\nI stay bulletproofed up, Benz Couped up\nWhen it's cold, I rock the mink, yo, I'm triple goosed up\n\nYeah, uh, no doubt, we souped up, arrogant like what?\nCats can't touch what we holdin' when it comes to the buck\nI push the double-R, ride through the city like a star\nYo, buldgered out my pockets with the look of a star\n\nI gotta go see papi and snatch this brick up\nBut first I'ma smack this bitch 'cause she scratched my six up\nI ain't the one to try to tax a stick-up\nCats get hit up frontin' on me, that nigga got nothin' on me\n\nYeah, ayo, let's double the cream and\nStick pop, then hold her for ransom\nKeep the bricks, sell 'em off, triple the pie, handsome\nKill two birds with one stone, get full blown\nTango with Cash, Live cats, Marsh and Corleone\n\nTo the tic-tic and ya don't quit\nLet no man stand in between you and your dope and shit\nBein' broke as a bitch, y'all, it's no such thing as quit, y'all\nAs long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours\nTo the tic-tic and ya don't quit\nLet no man stand in between you and your dope and shit\nBein' broke as a bitch, y'all, it's no such thing as quit, y'all\nAs long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours\n\nWhat? Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\nI be up in the cut, up in some guts\nWhile you home, busy, stuck in a rut\nAnd wonder why you keep fuckin' it up\nI got your whole crew suckin' it up\nAnd pussy cats ain't nothin' but butt\nBetter go back to cuttin' it up, button it up\nPlus I heard your girl was up in the butt\nMetro North bound, bitch, while I'm truckin' it up\nAnd if you ever get ahead, it ain't nothin' but luck\nI'm the beat digger, hip-hop complete nigga\nYou never fall off 'cause I move sweet nigga\nUh, street nigga but I can talk to the whitey\nPush seven buttons and organize an all-nighty\nSons call me almighty 'cause I'm nice with mines\nSurrounded by ice and dimes while you bite your rhymes\nFull equipped with rhetoric that enlights the mind\nLove it when the sun lights my shine, do the knowledge, uh","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Yours (feat. O.C.)\n  artist: Big L; O.C.\n  album: The Danger Zone\n  duration_ms: 250000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh\n  Big L, uh, Corleone, a.k.a. Tommy Gibbs\n  Flamboyant Entertainment, B.I.T.C., forever\n  Word up, I'm tired of these punk niggas, O\n  We gon' hit 'em like this, check it out\n\n  Yo, while y'all standin' on the corner bummy and high\n  I'm out buyin' the finest things money can buy\n  Cats frontin' like they holdin' but them crabs is broke\n  Chippin' in for ten dollar bags of smoke\n  All on my back because of the fame and the wealth\n  You male groupie, you oughta be ashamed of yourself\n  Plus I'm runnin' with thugs who bust slugs at the heat\n  I be that MC who mad chicks be lovin' to meet\n  And I'm not just a rapper, I got guns on the street\n  I swear you'll never catch Corleone with Lugz on his feet\n  If you think I'm not nice as whoever, then put your money up\n  Put your jewels up, whatever, put your honey up\n  Put your raggedy house up, punk, or shut your mouth up\n  Before I buck lead, make a lot of blood shed\n  Turn your tux red, far from broke, got enough bread\n  Mad hoes ask Beavis, I can nut and butt-head\n\n  To the tic-tic and ya don't quit\n  Let no man stand in between you and your dope and shit\n  Bein' broke as a bitch, y'all, it's no such thing as quit, y'all\n  As long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours\n  To the tic-tic and ya don't quit\n  Let no man stand in between you and your dope and shit\n  Bein' broke as a bitch, y'all, it's no such thing as quit, y'all\n  As long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours\n\n  Yeah, true indeed, L, I hear these cats talkin' out they mouth slick\n  Mad 'cause they chicks all on our tip\n  Peepin' us out at the bar, checkin' out what kind of champagne we sip\n  Jealous of the ice on my wrist, we pop Dom and Cris', no less\n  Hard pressed crews chippin' in to puff a White Star Moët\n  Chickenheads flock around us, Live cats protect us\n  At the end of the night, all the girls wanna jet with us\n  While y'all stand stagnated like statues in museums\n  We rip it down in arenas and coliseums\n  Word, how the hell a cat with two good hands and feet\n  Not survive and be a bum in the street?\n  Get your weight up right now, we ain't promised later\n  Do what you gotta do to get them big-headed papers\n  Even if it mean you and your team pullin' a caper\n  Instead of goin' out like bust-headed black, straight up\n\n  To the tic-tic and ya don't quit\n  Let no man stand in between you and your dope and shit\n  Bein' broke as a bitch, y'all, it's no such thing as quit, y'all\n  As long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours\n  To the tic-tic and ya don't quit\n  Let no man stand in between you and your dope and shit\n  Bein' broke as a bitch, y'all, it's no such thing as quit, y'all\n  As long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours\n\n  Check it, my shit so hot, I give the mic a heat rash\n  I keep cash, you couldn't pay me to rhyme if the beat trash\n  I stay bulletproofed up, Benz Couped up\n  When it's cold, I rock the mink, yo, I'm triple goosed up\n\n  Yeah, uh, no doubt, we souped up, arrogant like what?\n  Cats can't touch what we holdin' when it comes to the buck\n  I push the double-R, ride through the city like a star\n  Yo, buldgered out my pockets with the look of a star\n\n  I gotta go see papi and snatch this brick up\n  But first I'ma smack this bitch 'cause she scratched my six up\n  I ain't the one to try to tax a stick-up\n  Cats get hit up frontin' on me, that nigga got nothin' on me\n\n  Yeah, ayo, let's double the cream and\n  Stick pop, then hold her for ransom\n  Keep the bricks, sell 'em off, triple the pie, handsome\n  Kill two birds with one stone, get full blown\n  Tango with Cash, Live cats, Marsh and Corleone\n\n  To the tic-tic and ya don't quit\n  Let no man stand in between you and your dope and shit\n  Bein' broke as a bitch, y'all, it's no such thing as quit, y'all\n  As long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours\n  To the tic-tic and ya don't quit\n  Let no man stand in between you and your dope and shit\n  Bein' broke as a bitch, y'all, it's no such thing as quit, y'all\n  As long as you breathe life, you gotta get yours\n\n  What? Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo\n  I be up in the cut, up in some guts\n  While you home, busy, stuck in a rut\n  And wonder why you keep fuckin' it up\n  I got your whole crew suckin' it up\n  And pussy cats ain't nothin' but butt\n  Better go back to cuttin' it up, button it up\n  Plus I heard your girl was up in the butt\n  Metro North bound, bitch, while I'm truckin' it up\n  And if you ever get ahead, it ain't nothin' but luck\n  I'm the beat digger, hip-hop complete nigga\n  You never fall off 'cause I move sweet nigga\n  Uh, street nigga but I can talk to the whitey\n  Push seven buttons and organize an all-nighty\n  Sons call me almighty 'cause I'm nice with mines\n  Surrounded by ice and dimes while you bite your rhymes\n  Full equipped with rhetoric that enlights the mind\n  Love it when the sun lights my shine, do the knowledge, uh\n"}]